Today we’d promised our daughter a day of shopping, but we headed first to the British Museum. We breezed through halls filled with artifacts and art works and famous pieces like the Rosetta Stone, pilfered by early British explorers from destinations and archeological digs around the world. I especially liked the mummies. Our son likes world history, so he was enthralled, while our daughter itched to get to Oxford Street. We made it there a few blocks later, where we grabbed Cornish pasties for a fast lunch. Hours passed while our daughter lost herself in H&M and the Top Shop. We hit Selfridges next but were too tired to look further than the food emporium.

The men excused themselves and went back to the hotel, so my daughter and I took the tube to Piccadilly Circus and walked down to Fortnum & Mason. That was the last stop for us. We all ate dinner at The Queen’s Head pub near the hotel, and it turned out to be a memorable evening. Wonderfully authentic pub atmosphere and good food. By the way, at some pubs, you order your food and drink at the bar. The bartender gives you the drinks, you seat yourself, and a waitress brings the meals when ready. If you want tap water, you have to ask for it. And this concluded our trip. No more time to visit museums or other attractions. With weary sadness, we bid England farewell.